You are me...

In the back, the final battle between Shangguan Chan and Liu Xun was imminent.

Xia Shang had experienced the previous palm strike, and the pain also stimulated his desire to survive.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die!

Now the only thing he could rely on was to trust Shangguan Chan.

Xia Shang no longer hesitated, and took the last bit of his strength to hold on to the wall and walked forward step by step. He didn't know which direction he was going, but he felt that every step was very strenuous, as if there were a thousand-pound boulder wrapped around his feet.

The cold and pain stimulated his nerves, making Xia Shang extremely sober.

He was confused in his heart, why was he still alive?

How terrifying was Liu Xun's attack? How could he, an ordinary mortal, withstand it? Even if he had clothes to save his life, he couldn't survive the continuous attacks.

Faintly, Xia Shang felt that there was a force in his body supporting him, which was an inexplicable feeling.

He couldn't feel that power, but he always felt that there was something more in his body.

While thinking, he walked forward with difficulty for seven or eight meters, and suddenly a figure flew behind him. It turned out to be Shangguan Chan who was forced to fall into the rain, retreated seven or eight steps in a row, and couldn't help but spurted out a mouthful of blood after struggling to stand.

"Shangguan..."

Xia Shang's heart tightened, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Shangguan Chan shouting at Xia Shang with a look of horror: "Be careful!"

It was too late!

Before Xia Shang could react, a silent palm fell on his shoulder from behind, burning through his clothes with a scorching heat like fire. The heat from his back enveloped his whole body like a volcanic eruption, and a strange energy pierced into his body like a silver needle, like countless small insects desperately drilling into his body.

This palm strike reminded Xia Shang of the palm strike left by Lu Xun on the wall of his own adobe house, and the handprint left on Shangguan Chan's body...

This time it was real...

"Sink your Qi into your Dantian, gather your strength and move, feel the Qi in your body running, concentrate all your strength, from Dantian to Danzhong acupoint, and use all your strength to rush back!" Shangguan Chan roared in a low voice, with determination and firmness flashing in her eyes, "Don't give up! You have half of my Qi in your body, and you have your own Qi to protect your body. If you use both Qi to face the outside, his Qi can't compare to yours."

At the moment of life and death, Xia Shang seemed to have suddenly opened his spiritual orifice, and a reminder awakened the vague power.

To be precise, Xia Shang didn't know how he did it. He just felt his heart sink, and it seemed that a flood broke through the dam in his body, and rushed from Dantian to the shoulder that was hit with a huge wave. The Qi that tried to drill into his body was instantly extinguished like a flame.

At the same time, 6xun's face changed greatly. He couldn't imagine how such a powerful Qi could emerge from an ordinary person's body. At this time, he was unable to speak. Everything was blocked by this palm. Since it was a battle of Qi, let's see whose Qi was stronger!

But...

Whoosh...

The familiar sound came again. A thin arrow suddenly appeared from the rain curtain and pierced 6xun's arm that hit Xia Shang's shoulder.

The arm was pierced, the Qi leaked out, and there was no chance to gamble everything!

"Ah!"

A shrill and extremely miserable howl resounded in the rain, but it was drowned out by the rumbling rain. No one knew it except the few people present.

6xun fell down, but he tried to open his eyes, wanting to see more of this demon-like young man.

At this moment, he no longer had hatred in his heart. Perhaps this ending was the best. He knew that if this young man died at his hands today, he would regret it for the rest of his life, because he was a genius, and the world would lose a lot of wonderful things without him. Since he couldn't be killed, he might as well let him live. His existence might make those adults who have been in high positions for a long time always vigilant, so that they dare not do whatever they want, and make them always cautious.

The current result is also a blessing. 6xun believes that one day this young man will regret it, and he will definitely regret it...

Puff!

Xia Shang spit out a mouthful of blood and almost fainted, but he gritted his teeth and didn't allow himself to fall. He looked at the wooden waist card that suddenly appeared in his hand. A simple tiger head carving was lifelike, with a big mouth and fangs, and a "one" was engraved in the mouth.

Xia Shang turned around and opened his mouth with difficulty: "You...what do you mean?"

6xun finally closed his eyes: "From...from now on, you are me..."

Boom!

The thunder was louder and the rain was heavier.

Xia Shang Wuxia thought about Lu Xun's last words. In the last moment of consciousness, he saw his wife, who was soaked by the rain, coming. Her eyes were filled with tears, but Xia Shang's heart was warmed.

When he fell to the ground, Shangguan Chan hugged him from behind.

Now, only two women were left standing opposite each other.

"Let my husband go!"

"If you want your husband to live, hand him over to me."

"You witch, we are kind enough to save you, but you use the art of taking yang to replenish yin to harm my husband, why should I believe you?"

"Your husband has lost too much blood, and the yin and yang in his body are unbalanced. In addition, his body is damaged, and he is now in danger. I hand him over to you, do you have the ability to save him?"

"..."

"Don't worry, although I used some shameful means, I also remember that he saved me. This time it's just right to exchange a favor."

"I'll go with you!"

"If you can catch up, follow me!"

Said, Shangguan Chan jumped up, carrying Xia Shang on her back and disappeared in the rain.

...

The adult who came from the capital to investigate the traitors is dead, and there will be a great turmoil in the officialdom of Yangzhou.

But the truth was not important to them. Both the superiors and the subordinates were thinking about how to get things over with quickly. Who would care who the dead adult was? The most important thing was to clear the relationship and keep the official hat.

However, the death of this adult made some underworld forces much more honest, and there were fewer people full of underworld spirit on the street.

Xia Shang didn't know this. Five days had passed when he woke up.

Five days later, there were three more days.

In three days, there was always a maid dressed very elegantly to bring medicine and feed Xia Shang.

During this period, Xia Shang asked Shangguan Chan's whereabouts many times, but the maid said nothing, not even where she was.

After three days, Xia Shang could get out of bed and walk around.

When he got out of bed on the first day, the maid who served Xia Shang saw him and said that she would go and ask her wife to come over.

Xia Shang also wanted to meet the owner of this house. After the maid left, he opened the door to see the exquisite courtyard.

This is a big family. Xia Shang lives in a small courtyard. There is a round flower bed at the door. In the flower bed, there is a simple rockery, which looks lifelike under the clusters of pine needles. There are also some peonies, roses, and camellias. It is messy but not messy, and still shows style. In the square courtyard, there are doors on both sides, and a larger courtyard can be vaguely seen. In addition to the exquisiteness visible to the naked eye, there is a strong and fragrant tea fragrance in the air. The mixture of various tea flavors is like bathing in steaming hot tea, which makes people feel refreshed.

Not long after, a beautiful woman in a brocade dress and a phoenix hairpin with gold beads on her head came slowly under the guidance of the previous maid. Before she came to Xia Shang, she smiled and said, "Mr. Xia, welcome to Liuzhuang."